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Zuleika Dobson; Or, An Oxford Love Story
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Sir Max Beerbohm
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“I
could
not
do
it
more
neatly
myself!”
he
said.
“Oh,
dear
Miss
Dobson,
will
you
but
accept
my
hand,
all
these
things
shall
be
yours--the
cards,
the
canister,
the
goldfish,
the
demon
egg-cup--all
yours!”
Zuleika,
with
ravishing
coyness,
answered
that
if
he
would
give
her
them
now,
she
would
“think
it
over.”
The
swain
consented,
and
at
bed-time
she
retired
with
the
gift
under
her
arm.
In
the
light
of
her
bedroom
candle
Marguerite
hung
not
in
greater
ecstasy
over
the
jewel-casket
than
hung
Zuleika
over
the
box
of
tricks.
She
clasped
her
hands
over
the
tremendous
possibilities
it
held
for
her--manumission
from
her
bondage,
wealth,
fame,
power.
Stealthily,
so
soon
as
the
house
slumbered,
she
packed
her
small
outfit,
embedding
therein
the
precious
gift.
Noiselessly,
she
shut
the
lid
of
her
trunk,
corded
it,
shouldered
it,
stole
down
the
stairs
with
it.
Outside--how
that
chain
had
grated!
and
her
shoulder,
how
it
was
aching!--she
soon
found
a
cab.
She
took
a
night’s
sanctuary
in
some
railway-hotel.
Next
day,
she
moved
into
a
small
room
in
a
lodging-house
off
the
Edgware
Road,
and
there
for
a
whole
week
she
was
sedulous
in
the
practice
of
her
tricks.
Then
she
inscribed
her
name
on
the
books
of
a
“Juvenile
Party
Entertainments
Agency.”
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